Yesterday Baby attended her first art exhibition. She and I turned up to a baby-friendly tour through some of the respective works of Patricia Piccinini and Michael Smither, and I must say it turned out very well.
She was in the backpack - a cunning choice of babycarrier because it afforded her the best views of the artwork and also was most likely to put her to sleep when the time came.
I don't know what Baby thought of the imagined bio-engineered creatures, or the paintings of little children being naughty; every time I looked over she seemed to be communing with another baby.
By the time the hour-long talk had come to a close, Baby was asleep and I was free to unload my shoulders and scoff down several biscuits and a cup of tea (also free - now that's what I call a good art exhibition!).
There's a future in this.